Chapter_49

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Much merriment made they that day and the morrow,

And the third day as throng thereupon follow’d,

The jollity of St. John’s day was joyous to hear,

’Twas the last of the laik, those lieges well knew.

There were guests to go on the gray morning,

So with wassail and wine they wake all that night,

And dance uncaring the courtly carols;

At the last, full late their leave they have ta’en,

Each wight that must wend on his way towards home.

Gawain gives good-day to the goodman anon,

And he leads him to chamber, and the chimney beside

Draws him adree and dearly him thanks

For the winsome worship that the wight had deign’d him

By honouring his house at the holy tide

And adorning that place with his princely presence:

“And so long as I live, I shall be the better

Since Gawain was my guest at God’s own feast.”

“Gramercy, Sir,” said Gawain, “the gift is from you;

All the honour is my own, the High King reward you!

And therefore I plight me your pleasure to do,

As I am beholden, in high and in low,

by right.”

The lord said he were fain

Longer to keep the Knight

Then answer’d him Gawain

By no way that he might.